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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Football_RPF
  Relationship:
      Oscar_Emboaba/Neymar
  Character:
      Oscar_dos_Santos_Emboaba_Júnior, Neymar, David_Luiz, Thiago_Silva,
      Marcelo_Vieira, Dani_Alves
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, bottom!Neymar, because_that's
      totally_a_thing, anyone_who_said_Oscar's_a_shy_flower_needs_to_fuking
      study_this_boy, he_ain't_that_innocent_he_uses_that_to_his_advantage
      trust_me_jesus_told_me, (though_Ney's_not_really_bottoming_in_this_one
      what_am_I_talking_about?), but_he's_totally_bottom_okay_face_facts
  Series:
      Part 4 of Football_RPF_one-shots
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-20 Words: 1727
****** I Wanna Do What Bunnies Do With You (If You Know What I Mean) ******
by kjstark
Summary
     Stupid title for stupid, plot-less smut.
Notes
     I wanna blame Sabrina (littlebernards.tumblr.com) because this is
     totally and entirely her fault. I'm deeply sorry.
     This serves as a short continuation of my last fic (The Class "A"
     Team) but really that's just me finding an excuse to give this thing
     a plot.
     Anyway, again, I suck at this, please forgive me.
See the end of the work for more notes
Neymar turned the door handle and pushed the door open, never once his lips
leaving Oscar's. Oscar walked backwards making themselves room, pulling his
one-year boyfriend in by the collar of his shirt.
He took Neymar's head in his hands and kissed him hungrily and roughly, so much
Neymar was 'hum-ing' inside his throat. They both stopped for short seconds to
catch a breath. They were panting a lot, but Oscar wasn't sure if that had to
do with the training they just had or the fact that their hearts were racing
because they were in the locker room's closet.
Neymar was rolling his tongue across Oscar's neck when he spoke, "Ney, were in
the closet," he exposed, voice trying to be steady.
"I hardly think someone thinks were straight, babe," he whispered against
Oscar's shoulder.
Oscar chuckled. "I mean, we're literally in the closet," he said then, opening
his arms around them. Neymar looked around them for the briefest moment and
then turned to Oscar to give him the most devilish grin he'd ever seen the boy
make. Neymar lowered his mouth back to Oscar's neck again. Oscar bit his bottom
lip, smiling. "This is so —,"
"Good?" Neymar cut, sucking Oscar's ear lobe.
"Fuckyes," he groaned when Neymar left a mark on his neck, or several. He
leaned in and kissed him on the lips again. Oscar pulled away and lifted
Neymar's jersey over his head, then he grabbed the collar of his own, pulled it
off and tossed it to the floor. Neymar took his shoes off and lost about three
centimeters more, Oscar looked at him and smiled. "Shortie,"
"Shut up," he muttered, against his lips, pushing him against the wall and
kissing his neck ravenously. Oscar brought his hand to cup the back of Neymar's
head, awkwardly moving to take off his shoes as well. He rolled his fingertips
across Neymar's backbone, caressing. Two months ago he'd gotten a bad injury
from a foul during an important match in the schools championships. Oscar had
had a hard time trying to stay focus on the game after Neymar got taken out of
the field by the medics. But bygones be bygones, his boyfriend was fine again
and was reaching down to cup his groin. Oscar cut the kiss to swallow.
"Okay?" Neymar's voice sounded in the back of his head. Oscar nodded
frenetically, biting his lip. Neymar then continued while Oscar meditated to
keep his composure. Neymar slowly moved his lips down to one of Oscar’s nipples
and gave it a light nibble before going back up and sucking on his lower lip.
Oscar, on his end, as he was starting to get an uncomfortable feeling in the
back of his neck, he took Neymar by his hips and lifted him,  running one hand
along his impossibly perfect thighs, making him wrap his legs around Oscar’s
hips. Neymar grunted lustfully when his bulk rubbed against Oscar’s naked
stomach and Oscar kept himself busy biting on Neymar’s shoulder.  
He pushed him back against the other wall, and Neymar clicked his tongue and
shook his head, but he wasn’t unpleased, “You have power issues,” he muttered,
with closed eyes.
“My neck was hurting. It’s not my fault I’m taller,” he said, and Neymar’s
laugh was pure fucking sex. “And I thought you said you liked me taking
control,” Oscar bragged against Neymar’s exposed neck.
“I’ll never tell David any fucking thing again,” he sighed, looking down at
Oscar. He let him go to look down at him, then, in the most unbelievably cute
way Oscar could muster.
“Happy Anniversary,” he muttered, lovingly and privately and Neymar wondered
whatever the hell he did to deserve Oscar. He moved his hands up Oscar’s
shoulders to rest them behind his neck, cupping, and took his mouth in a slow,
deep, bone-melting kiss.
Oscar braced himself, placing his hands against the wall, trapping the shorter
boy’s body between them, his body against Neymar’s as his knees almost gave way
under the force of that kiss.
The kiss went on and on, never easing up, never letting go. Oscar barely
noticed when Neymar’s hands started pushing his shorts down and freeing his
cock. But he couldn’t miss that warm hand with clever fingers wrapping around
his prick, though. Pleasure shot through him, climbing up his spine and
settling at the base of his skull. Between the kiss and those hands, he was
ready to go like a carnival rocket.
That tongue flicked and played, driving him higher and higher, and then
disappeared. “I didn’t bring anything,” Neymar confessed against Oscar’s sore
lips.
“I’m not sure if I’m either mad or proud that you didn’t plan this to happen,”
he heard himself whisper.
“I can work something out,” he said, voice hoarse, and Oscar swore Neymar’s
eyes were flashing, almost fucking glowing green.
He closed his eyes and then those lips were sinking. Tight, incredible heat
surrounded him as Neymar took him down to the root in one long swallow, skinny
back tight against the wall.
“Holy fucking Christ!” Oscar shouted, and then automatically put his hand on
his mouth, remembering they couldn’t be heard, Neymar hummed with his mouth
full. He moved his hips forward, couldn’t help himself, and Neymar was in
fucking awe, then back. He braced his hands against the wall and let Neymar
have him, and damn if Neymar didn’t just take it all and asked for more.
Oscar came suddenly and mutely, his mouth forming an ‘O’ as his pants fell
completely silent due to his rush of pleasure. Neymar kept sucking, pulling
slow and easy, moaning around his prick. He wasn’t getting soft, not with that
sweet mouth working him like that. He let his hands drop to his boyfriend’s
head, fingers moving through his hair.
“That wasamazing.”
The happy sound vibrated through his cock, ending in his balls, Neymar’s nose
tickling in his pubes. Shit, he was going to come again and the bell rang in
about ten minutes. Thing was, Neymar’s mouth wasn’t fucking stopping, was just
working and licking and sucking and playing his cock like there was nothing
else Neymar’d rather do.
“We’ve got about ten more minutes, and I’m feeling way too selfish here,” Oscar
chuckled and then Neymar was up.
“You’ll make up for me later,” he joked, kissing him on the cheek.
“Or I can make it up to you now,” Oscar purred, pushing Neymar’s back slightly
against the wall, so he’d rest himself on it, and taking his shorts off. Neymar
was chuckling, because they both knew this wasn’t Oscar area of expertise. But
what he thought would be an awkward situation fucking took him off guard to be
completely different, because Oscar was humming into his crotch, lips moving
open and hungry over his hips. Neymar shut his mouth closed as heat flicked
along his balls and then Oscar’s mouth was sliding hot up his shaft. Soon the
world just fucking stopped.
“Oscar’s just so innocent. Oscar’s such a little angel. They don’t fuckingknow
you. Shit,” Neymar closed his eyes and dropped his head back when Oscar
chuckled. Then he took his cock, took him so deep that Neymar thought he’d make
him gag.  But Oscar relaxed so much that he just fucking slid into that tight
throat, into Oscar. “Fuck!” he shouted, coming, roaring with the strength of
his orgasm. He reached blindly for Oscar’s face, stroking through the brown
curls and along the sucked-in cheeks. Oscar gentled his mouth, kept the heat
and soft, sweet pressure on Neymar’s cock until the aftershocks faded, then
slipped away. “Woah, just woah,” Neymar said, tugging Oscar up, bringing their
mouths together.
“Has anybody seen Neymar and Oscar?!” Scolari’s voice echoed through the whole
room and both boys covered each other’s mouth.
They waited until the heard the door close again and dressed as fast as they
could manage. They gave each other a peck on the lips again and left the closet
as quickly so they wouldn’t get noticed. They left the locker rooms with no one
seeing them leave and walked through the halls trying to fix their full-on sex
look.
Not that it mattered because once they walked into the cafeteria, all their
team fucking knew.
David was grinning like an idiot and Neymar just frowned in frustration. “How?”
“Where?” David asked instead, raising his eyebrows.
“David…,” Thiago was about to start scolding.
“But Neymar always shared his ‘love adventures’!” he claimed. Neymar crossed
his arms, Oscar standing behind him.
“This time is different, David,” he told his curly-haired friend. “It’s not
just an adventure,” he added, looking back at Oscar, who smiled widely at him.
“Ugh,” Marcelo muttered, sitting on the table.
“Yeah, get a room!” Dani said, next to him.
“You two jealous ‘cause you’re going to die alone?” Neymar shot back at them,
jokingly. “Or worse yet, with each other,” he pointed at them with his fingers.
They shrugged in response and then Dani took his tongue out and pointed at
Neymar in a very mature way.
“Okay, so, tell me where?” David insisted again.
“Tell me how?” Neymar negotiated.
“I’ll tell you how I know if you tell us where you did it,” David dared,
crossing his arms and Neymar turned to Oscar, asking.
“No!” he yelled at his boyfriend. Walking past him to the table.
“Oh, but c’mon, it’s awesome!” Neymar said, at his back. Oscar dropped himself
to the table, suddenly tired and moved his hand at Neymar, motioning him that
he didn’t care, and he could share. Neymar smiled and clapped his hands
together, “Drum roll,” he pointed to Marcelo and Dani and they started tapping
on the table. They stopped after a little while and Neymar solemnly said: “The
locker room’s closet,” everyone’s excitement was dropped by a general ‘owwww’.
Neymar was shocked. “What?”
“Everyone’s done it in there, you nerds,” David said, wholeheartedly. Neymar
actually kinda felt a little offended and disappointed. David threw his arm
around his shoulder.
“OK, so how did you all knew?” Neymar asked, annoyed.
“Look at your shirts, you dorks,” and Neymar’s eyes quickly fell on the ten
number on Oscar’s chest and vice versa.
And everyone made fun of them for that, but Neymar got a magnificent blowjob
from his boyfriend, so who were the real losers here?
End Notes
     We, Ney, we are always going to be the real losers.
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